Poor girl is hated by everyone, villains drive her crazy

When Feng Changfan was leading the way, although he was introducing calligraphy and painting in a cheerful tone all the way, his occasional distraction was still keenly caught by Gu An.

Gu An was able to make it all the way from the wilderness alive, and his ability to read people's expressions is unmatched.

"Your last name is Feng? I heard others call you 'Brother Feng', so you must have been in Fengya Pavilion for a long time?"

He suddenly spoke.

Su Xianyun frowned and looked at Gu An, not understanding how Gu An could start a conversation with others while just walking. Where did he get so much to talk about?

Feng Changfan was stunned, and nodded quickly, saying, "I am Feng Changfan, I am not worthy of being called brother by the immortal. The immortal can just call me fellow. As for others... I am just used to calling them that after a long time. I have only been in Fengya Pavilion for five or six years."

Gu An nodded and started chatting with Feng Changfan about other things, but he had more thoughts in his mind.

Why did the people from Jishi Medical Clinic look for Feng Changfan?

On the surface, the crowds entertained by Fengya Pavilion are completely different from those of Jishi Medical Clinic. Are they personally connected?

The two people who had left the trail earlier had mentioned "Brother Feng". Then, hearing how other guys addressed Feng Changfan, this "Brother Feng" should be referring to Feng Changfan.

So Feng Changfan is also connected with Tonghui Money House?

He is just an ordinary guy, but he knows quite a few people.

Feng Changfan quickly brought Gu An and Su Xianyun to a door on the third floor. He knocked twice and breathed a sigh of relief after getting the approval from the person inside.

"Please come in, two immortals. I'll be busy now. If you need anything, just call us."

Gu An nodded, smiled gently and said, "Thank you for your help."

Only after watching Feng Changfan go downstairs did Gu An push open the door.

Inside the door, a cultivator from the Yuanshan Sect was talking to someone in a flattering manner using a sound-gathering bowl. When he saw the two people come in, he just raised his hand to signal them to keep quiet.

"Elder Song, don't worry, I will definitely find mermaid blood to dye your canvas before it dies. I have found a clue here, and I promise to bring you good news in a while!"

The people at the Juyin Bowl were very satisfied with the monk's attitude, and the contact was quickly cut off.

Seeing that the connection was cut off, the monk's face suddenly became gloomy, and he muttered in dissatisfaction:

"I can buy it from the Songshan Sect with just a little money, but you insist on asking me to buy it from the Dark Market myself. It's just a piece of canvas. If it dies, it dies. It's not like we can't find a replacement..."

Noticing that there were other people in the room, he let out a breath of annoyance, looked coldly at the two people in the room and said:

"Which small sect are you two from? Where did you get the mermaid blood?"

Neither of the two who wanted to come in spoke.

An ordinary-looking monk pulled out a chair and sat opposite him, his expression seemed even gloomier than his.

The other person turned his back and carefully locked the door.

The people from the small sects were nothing in front of the five major sects. Seeing that these two cultivators not only did not treat him with respect, but also did not take him seriously, the cultivator's already bad mood became even worse, and he could not help but raise his voice and said:

"Hey, I'm asking you two—"

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly noticed a horizontal streak of light passing in front of his eyes.

I squinted my eyes and looked carefully, and found that it was a silk thread.

Where does the silk thread come from?

As soon as this question popped up in his mind, the silk thread suddenly spread throughout his field of vision, instantly tightening and entangled him. He completely lost consciousness before he could even make a sound.

Gu An opened the window to let in some air, as if nothing had happened.

They didn't book a room, so if we get rid of the people who already have a room, wouldn't that mean there is a room available?

"Third Brother, there might be something wrong with that guy named Feng Changfan. I think it would be better for us to devote some energy to keeping an eye on him."

Su Xianyun glanced at him, and a magic line in his hand instantly disappeared along the gap in the door.

"Okay."

His magic line has marked Feng Changfan.

Gu An smiled brightly.

Although the third brother always blocked his mouth and stopped him from speaking, he did things neatly and efficiently, which was very good.

Su Xianyun saw that he was smiling happily, but his expression became even gloomier.

Gu An quickly asked, "Brother, are you in a bad mood?"

Su Xianyun was silent for a few seconds, and finally spoke slowly: "You, why do you have so much to say."

Su Xianyun had to admit at this moment that if he had not brought Gu An with him, he might not have been able to enter Feng Ya Pavilion quietly.

Rather than messing around with the guys, he preferred to blast a hole right next to Fengya Pavilion and come in when a commotion broke out and no one had the energy to pay attention to him.

Gu An thought for a moment and said, "Third Senior Brother, do you want to learn? If you do, I can tell you all my thoughts right now, but can you learn them all in one go? Otherwise, I'd better write it down. Even if it's the same sentence, different contexts have different opening methods. I may have to write a lot..."

Hearing Gu An chattering again, Su Xianyun gritted his teeth.

He not only wanted to learn, he was extremely envious!

If he had Gu An's ability of sweet talk, his junior sister wouldn't always be snatched away by Zhong Xian and the others!

But he is not going to admit it yet.

He glared at Gu An fiercely, and after Gu An shut up, he quickly looked to the other side of the room, released his senses, and immediately determined how many people were nearby.

The one with the highest level of cultivation was on the top floor. There were also many cultivators and several people with no cultivation at all.

Su Xianyun knew very well what these people with no cultivation were like.

As for the medicine man...

"Go upstairs."

He stood up and said.

Someone upstairs is selling medicine.

Gu An followed immediately.

Now that they had entered the building, their movements were much more convenient. In addition, Fengya Pavilion was now occupied by people from the Yuanshan Sect, so except for the first and second floors where there were more people, they hardly met anyone upstairs.

They successfully got upstairs and were about to go to the room where the medicine man was, but at this moment, a couple came towards them.

The two men were dressed elegantly. They were both cultivators, but their cultivation was not very high. They were not wearing any immortal clothes and looked like ordinary people.

Su Xianyun paused.

Gu An was just about to ask Su Xianyun how to determine the source of the medicine man when he suddenly noticed that the aura around Su Xianyun had completely turned cold.

He subconsciously looked forward along Su Xianyun's line of sight and saw the couple walking towards them.

The couple was surrounded by a large crowd, and they walked past the two without even glancing at each other.

Gu An looked back and saw that Su Xianyun had already started walking forward, so he looked away again.

Who would have thought that at this moment, the couple who had just passed by suddenly stopped as if they noticed something.

The woman turned around first, her tone was shocked and full of disbelief:

"Hyun Yun?"